Chapter 3

Elsewhere, in King of Zhenbei’s room, he stared blankly at a portrait of his dead wife.

“Jin’er, I originally promised you that I would let Chen’er grow up without worry and happiness for the rest of his life, but now that he suddenly has a brain disease and insists on practicing martial arts, what should I do?”

After a full day, the King of Zhenbei finally sighed and said, “I’ve never refused my son’s request. Since he wants to learn martial arts, so be it. Anyway, he’s already past the best age for martial arts and his brain disease is very serious. He probably won’t achieve anything if he learns it. As long as he doesn’t succeed in martial arts, those fellows in the court won’t be afraid…”

After thinking this through, the King of Zhenbei began to think about who to find as Fang Chen’s master.

“After all, he’s my son. Of course, I must find a good master for him. There are many first-grade and second-grade experts hidden in the mansion, but these people shouldn’t be exposed. Moreover, I’m afraid they don’t dare to teach because of Chen’er’s status. Then, I can only find a master outside the mansion…”

“The Whole Unitary Sect of the Northern Region’s Southwind Mountain is a top sect with many disciples. Sect Master Li Qingyu and I have a lot of personal connections. Why don’t we send Chen’er there?”

Thinking of this, the King of Zhenbei immediately went to the table in the room to write a letter.

“Old Qingyu, I have a son called Fang Chen. I am planning to send him to you to practice martial arts. When you receive the letter, send someone to pick him up.”

The letter was not polite at all.

When he was finished, the King of Zhenbei stuffed the letter into a finger-sized leather holster and walked to the window. He pushed it open and whistled. In the blink of an eye, a golden eagle descended from the sky and landed on the window.

The King of Zhenbei tied the leather glove to one of the golden eagle’s claws and said, “Go, eagle. Send the letter to Old Qing Yu of the Whole Unitary Sect.”

“Chirp…”

The golden eagle rubbed against the back of King of Zhenbei’s hand in a fawning manner. Then, it let out a cry as if in agreement and soared into the sky, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Another day passed. Fang Chen continued to fiddle with his phone in the study. He tried to turn it off, but there was nothing. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Brother, are you there? Yinyin and I are here to see you!”

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment before he said casually, “Come in.”

A young man walked in with a chubby little girl.

These two were Fang Chen’s younger siblings.

The young man was Fang Ping, Fang Chen’s younger brother. He was 13 years old this year and had been practicing martial arts since he was young. He was a famous martial arts fanatic in the Wang family. His talent was astonishing. At such a young age, he was already a fifth-grade martial artist.

He looked quite similar to the King of Zhenbei, but his body was slender, his temperament was stiff, and he was not good with words. However, his eyes were exceptionally bright. It was obvious that he was a wise person.

The little girl was Fang Chen’s younger sister, Fang Yinyin. She was eight years old this year. Because she had been gluttonous since she was young, she was chubby.

She looked clumsy, but one look at her clever eyes told him she was a mysterious person.

“Hehe, Fang Ping, Yinyin, why are you here?”

When Fang Chen saw the fat and thin duo enter, he had the urge to burst out laughing.

“Brother, we heard that your brain was damaged, so…”

Fang Yinyin’s small mouth blurted out, but Fang Ping covered it in time.

“Um… Big Brother, you were unconscious for so long. We wanted to see you for a long time because we were afraid we would disturb your rest. We heard that you were feeling better today, so we came over.”

Fang Ping smiled sheepishly. It was obvious that after being interrupted by Fang Yinyin, no matter how he tried, he felt like he was trying to hide something.

“Hehe, alright. Don’t listen to the nonsense of the others in the residence. I’m doing very well now.”

Fang Chen smiled helplessly. Realizing that the two of them had entered and were staring at his head more, he quickly expressed his gratitude.

“Then… why are you in a place like the study? You’ve never come here before…”

Fang Ping clearly did not believe him.

“Haven’t you heard of the saying ‘a prodigal son turns over a new leaf’?” Fang Chen was speechless as he explained, “I suddenly realized that learning more things will be useful in the future.”

“What about martial arts? I heard from Father that you want to practice martial arts and he is going to send you far away to become a disciple,” Fang said anxiously.

“It’s the same for practicing martial arts. I can only protect myself when I’m strong. Otherwise, I won’t be so lucky next time I’m beaten up,” Fang Chen said helplessly.

“Big Brother, you don’t have to work so hard. I’ll stay by your side and protect you in the future. I’ll kill anyone who dares to touch you,” Fang Ping said murderously.

“Alright, alright. I’m determined to work hard and improve myself this time. Be it practicing literature or martial arts, I have to work hard. Don’t come and deflate me.” Seeing that it really did not make sense, Fang Chen could only put on the dignity of a big brother and said unquestionably.

“Oh, oh, okay. Anyway, no matter what happens to you, I will protect you, my Big Brother!” Fang Ping nodded blankly and said.

“I’ll support Big Brother too!” Fang Yinyin followed suit.

Fang Chen was in a good mood. He stood up from his seat and walked around the desk to his siblings.

Fang Ping patted his head and was about to catch up with him. He pinched Fang Yinyin’s chubby face.

“Brother, stop pinching my face. They say I’ll drool if you pinch my face at night,” Fang Yinyin angrily pushed Fang Chen’s hand away from her face and said unhappily.

“Hehe, you little fat pig, you only know how to sleep every day. When will you not drool? I’ll massage your face. It’s a double negative. It might even cure your gluttony.”

Fang Chen really loved Fang Yinyin’s little face.

“No, I’m not in a hurry to cure it. Big Brother’s brain disease needs to be treated first. Otherwise, we won’t be able to get used to it.”

Fang Yinyin was absolutely straightforward. She went back to talking about Fang Chen’s brain disease with just a few words.

“Yinyin, don’t say anything if you don’t know how to speak.” Fang Ping glared at Fang Yinyin and quickly changed the topic. He said to Fang Chen, “Big Brother, don’t you want to learn martial arts? Why don’t we go out and try? I happened to learn a powerful sword technique from Gu Chang. This is easy to learn. You don’t have to use your brain. It’s definitely not a problem to strengthen your body.”

Fang Chen was speechless.

He had already said that it was a powerful sword technique. How could it be easy to learn?

‘What the hell did he mean by not using my brain?’

‘Moreover, it was to strengthen the body. Wasn’t this the Taiji Sword?’

However, Fang Chen also knew that Fang Ping was being kind. It just so happened that he had no concept of martial arts. It was better than nothing. It could be considered an experience.

“Okay, then let’s go out. Show me and I’ll learn,” Fang agreed.

The three of them were soon outside the house. Fang Chen and Fang Yinyin stood to one side, while Fang Ping stood in the yard with his sword.

“Brother, this sword technique is called the Three Styles of Breeze. Watch carefully. I’ll demonstrate it to you in slow motion first.”

As he spoke, Fang began to rehearse.

Although it was said to be three moves, each move had dozens of variations. Fang Chen had a headache when he saw them. However, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

“If I can’t remember, I can take photos of the moves with my phone.”

Fang Chen took out his phone and patted Fang Ping, who was demonstrating his sword technique.

Crack!

“Ding! The system has detected the basic sword technique, Three Styles of Breeze. Do you want to spend 100 taels to learn it?”

‘The system? A hundred taels? Is that my golden finger?’

“Dapan, get me a hundred taels.”